Gowi

NCQ — Polaris

S T E I N

NC Pilot Barracks, New Anchorage CC
[[ Around 0200 Hours ]]
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The sound of thunder and steel, distorted static in her ear, and echoing gunfire. Had it been a simulation Stein would’ve found herself thinking the situation was favorable to test her reflexes and abilities— but therein came the fact that this was a scenario that was sourced in reality.

The blonde-haired girl dropped from her bunk to the cold padded metal floor, a look of annoyance upon her face. She looked over at her comrades and with a dry expression tried to gauge how they too were reacting. Some bunks were empty due to the fact that some of the pilots had dipped out for a break for the lavatories or were somewhere else in the facility ignoring their insomnia by trying to do something productive; such of a sentiment was one Stein respected and understood at the very least. However Stein had been sleeping since a little after 2100 hours and she quite liked having a cohesive sleep schedule; but she supposed that her four-to-five hours of rest was a decent amount especially considering the situation she had been awakened to.

After all, they were under attack.

She wasn’t quite sure who New Anchorage had offended, but given the deaths it had been responsible for under Sophia’s leadership the names were not exactly small ones. She and Jan Van Gent had killed one of the higher ranking members of Red Star and she knew that other pilots had done their duty as well— though the likelihood a major corporation would attack them without any warning was doubtful if her knowledge within Volkov meant anything substantial to the issue. Corporations were political and cautious… but attacking at the dead of the morning from the inside as she assumed due to the lack of communications and power was not the motif of raiders or pirates. But who else but corporations could setup such a scenario? It was a thought she’d have to find the answers to at another time. Especially considering the fact her train of thought was interrupted by a loud and clearly annoyed voice from the other end of Stein’s side of the bunks.

“What the flyin’ fuck is going on?!”

Kathryn Dradht. Not part of her squad, but a reasonable response to the sound of explosions and gunfire in the middle of the morning as far as Stein could perceive. Not everyone had the same response to sudden abnormal shifts as Stein had experienced and she knew that. Alongside her role as a squad commander she had to be more understanding of her comrades just like her own mentor, Roxa Vox had done with her. She may not have been able to be sympathetic or inspirational as Agatha suggested but at the very least she could not ignore a person should they be different in personality. Her blue eyes glanced over to the direction of Vera’s bunk and a sense of worry came to her mind— she would have to be mindful of Vera and protect her as any other commander would to a pilot-in-training.

Stein sighed as she pulled up her sleeves to her clothing and afterwards reaching to her small lockbox she kept her important items in; including that of her personal handgun, a Volkov Small Arms Special 17. She was one of the few pilots who kept themselves guarded in the barracks. It was a situation like this where she was glad that she did.

“It appears that we are under attack.”

There was another voice to reply, muffled by the haze of drowsiness and utter nervous confusion— Joshua Ray. “I… yeah. This is bad.”

Yes, yes it was.

NCQ — Polaris

P A W N

Engineering, New Anchorage CC
[[ Around 0200 Hours ]]
_{M O O D M U S I C}

It was time.

The phrase repeated itself in the back of his mind as he picked up his feet, walking calmly throughout the corridors of the sub-levels as he held up his datatool up to the security monitors, a loud ‘swoosh’ exiting the doors in front of him as they slid open. The plan was to be initiated as a dual-pronged attack on New Anchorage for reasons completely unknown to him— but then again, it was intentions that were unknown to all of the pawns that had infiltrated New Anchorage. It was a tactic to keep the confidentiality and security of the nameless organization they worked for safe from harm from those too small to perceive their activities as righteous and true. But for him, the third of his team, there was nothing about the operation that left a bad taste in his mouth and he most certainly did not hold any doubts or fears about what they were about to achieve. Michael Graham had thought he was clever, but there was no one as clever as the masters nor were there any as competent as they. The nameless organization had operated for centuries and Graham had only become relevant to their concerns in the last decade. Had he a mind to question his superiors he would’ve believed that it was foolish to let Graham live as long as he had; but then again there was always a plan in motion. Though the larger plan in action was unknown to him.

But who was he to know? After all, he was just a lowly pawn.

He stepped upward over the body of a soldier that laid across the ground, the mark of a blade dug across his neck. A fate that the soldier was not alone in.

They had hit those guarding the engineering shift in the early morning quietly and with ruthlessness that none of them could’ve expected. After all of the rebuilding Michael Graham had put New Anchorage through to lose it all would be a tragedy of the ages. But New Anchorage was too important to allow an independent and uncertain force to take hold of; and that wasn’t bringing up the value of initiating such a subversive attack in the first place.

Burn it to the ground.

A confident smile rose on his lips as his allies looked to be ready with the explosives.

“Have the sub-protocols been hacked yet?”

The plan in mind was to remove New Anchorage from the ability of fighting back and attacking with the swiftness that the darkness gave them to their advantage. With the main servers in their pocket there would be nothing to help the soldiers, pilots, and technicians of the base defend themselves in turn. They would have no advantages and only hold disadvantages as the reality of the situation would absorb them and control them. Darkness becomes helplessness and helplessness becomes fear and fear becomes death.

His smile widened more as he thought more on the subject, his hands tucked behind his back. Once the power was out it was up to the other pawns— the ones that had infiltrated the ranks of New Anchorage’s soldiers upon the main floor. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how they even could fail the nameless organization they served with the perfect infiltration they had executed without issue. The other pawns were armed with assault rifles, night vision bionic implants, and had been trained as special operations units for years. This wouldn’t be their first mission as pawns in this function and it would likely not be their last.

“Yes. We are ready on your command, master pawn.”

He nodded, “Good. New Anchorage won’t know what hit them. They will be nothing but a distant memory. Activate the charge.”

He turned around, it was time to leave. It was up to the other team of pawns now; though they had a much more rigorous mission ahead of them and he was thankful that he was in charge of sabotage and insurrection of the military base over actually executing those who were too troublesome to be allowed to live. After all, he knew the assault team had assigned themselves to a very dangerous mission that could’ve been suicide if the board played against them. There was no risk in his task and while he did not fear death he did not wish to seek it out.

Because a discarded pawn was expected— but for a pawn to reach the end of the board and become a new piece entirely… now that was far more useful.

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Abigail Kord. The name she had been assigned to infiltrate New Anchorage had been decided long ago and she had done well to earn not only the trust of Sophia Torres but also Michael Graham in the recent turn of events. Alongside others she served as the “muscle” of their mission of sabotage and insurrection. Her mind had been in a constant flux for the last week and when she got the go-ahead from Ilron Webb, the master pawn that was part of the engineering side of things, that it would be on this morning that they would strike she couldn’t believe how anxious she was to get started. Shutting down the power and seizing essential data from the server was only one small part in dealing a dent big enough to make tempting for the local raider population to be drawn to and the other part of it was dangerous as it always had been. She had done a similar operation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and in the densely protected region within Southwestern Texas— so in her mind, a small piece of shit base in the fringes of Alaska posed little challenge let alone threat for her or her fellow pawns.

Her team awaited, seemingly in a neutral stance when a loud explosion could be heard underneath the sub-floors and the darkness overtook them.

“It’s time, boys.” She uttered over private communications as her bionic eyes activated almost immediately as her blue irises shifted to a neon green. “You know the plan, we separate in teams of five-on-five. We kill anybody that crosses our path and we eliminate as many POI targets as we can before extracting. With each POI dead that’s a bonus of twenty-five thousand credits added to our payroll. Let’s get it done.”

She turned the corner, five of her fellow pawns on her heel as she rose her assault rifle. She spotted her first target— a non-POI, but she knew her orders.”

The next several minutes would be significant as the communications jamming from their hacking protocol down in engineering would render New Anchorage unorganized as she and twenty-four other insurgents’ unleashed hell upon the people for the last two-to-three months had seen them as comrades, not knowing of their insidious intentions. How could they?

It would take a lot of skill or a lot of luck for New Anchorage to survive this attack, that much was for sure.

NCQ — Polaris

Having under gone the test to see if she what her sync rate

Compatibility, not Sync Rate.

Seeing the use of an NC Merely giving her a new ID and altered the mech so it wouldn't register as Volkov a NC changing the call sign to Titan.

Is it Titan or Titian? Your CS reads it as Titian yet you call it Titan here. I can easily give you time to proofread your CS, the other GM's are not exactly online right now if you need to.

Rest of the CS I can work with; but I'll wait on Nutts and Molly to see if there is anything they feel necessary to say before approving it.

NCQ — Polaris

@Gowi

Yes I planned on fixing the gammer and typo's when I get the time.

As for the age I dunno kinda picked it at random if it a problem I'll change it. All I though off when I picked I would like to be an older pilot and didn't see the harm in running with that number

As for the backstory I'll work on altering it.

@Evil Snowman

Just understand that the longer you’ve been a NC pilot the higher chance you’ve hit full synchronization more than once— and with that synchronization (aka “polaris shift”) lies in many GM-assigned mental, psychological, and sometimes physical problems. The woes of a NC pilot are many, and I believe it would be easier to not have over lengthy periods of experience. But there is nothing wrong being a thirty-something NC pilot who has been around the block; it just might be more challenging. Just a heads up.

Hogwarts World Tour

@Gowi: I can work with you! Diagon Alley and chill?

@ravenDivinity

I have no idea what that is or what I'm doing, but um... sure? XD

NCQ — Polaris

Okay I'm sorry I'm a bit behind the time I said I'd be done. But the backstory proved to be a real pain. So I been able to put backstory together I can tolerate, although not super happy with. Anyway I hope what I put together is at least passable. Also there might be a few errors rushed the editing part

Character

Valeriya "Val" Raskova

"So long as my life is simple and I can be pilot I'm happy.

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Titian

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Volkov

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May 27th, 2644 (33)

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Female

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Tried be would the first word many would use to describe Valeriya. The girl always looking like she could fall asleep at moment. Even when she had a good full nights rest, it simply being her natural look. A small lazy grin semi permanently glued to her face. Fading only when her mood shifts into a more negative one. Growing when her mood is in more positive.

Psychically, Valeriya is quite short standing around 5 foot 5 inches and is of a lean build. With a set of jade green eyes naturally, however wheres cosmetic contacts to make them red.

Valeriya's clothing tends to be whatever she can get a hold of that fits. Leading to some odd mismatched combinations of pants, dresses, tank top, and shirts. With colours that sometimes clash honorably and or going a single monotone. Not caring how silly she may look going for being comfortable over everything else. Dressing to best match the weather and whatever she is doing. At times or if the a situation demands it Valeriya seems to take some care in her appearance, wearing some sort of carefully planned outfit.

The only thing Valeriya makes some sort of effort with is her jet black hair which is kept either in a bun or pony tail. Favoring the bun during the day or when piloting her NC and pony tail at night or when ever she got free time. She lets it flow freely every one and a while showing it to be shoulder length.

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At first glance Valeriya tends to come across as quite and borderline antisocial. Happier to merely watch those around her go about their day. This is however only a half truth, as Valeriya does enjoy human interaction but she finds it difficult. Having trouble gauging how people are feeling or thinking. Unless it's painfully obvious. Although most of the time Valeriya wont really care. Having never really cared what others thought of her. Merely acting the way she dose simply because it is her. Her actions guided by her own morals, loyalties and honor code that she adheres herself to. Not that she willing to share what that honor code is exactly. Valeriya being quite a tight lipped woman when it comes certain things about herself, when she simply wants to be or order to be.

Valeriya at her core is a caring laid back person, who seems to always be slightly happy when left to her own devices. She of person who likes to keep her the things in her life as simple as humanly possible, for a long a possible. Valeriya is the type that likes to do things at her own pace, hating it when she feels pressured to do things quickly. Although makes a exception when she is piloting her NC or around a superior. Understanding that it merely part of the life she chose. Outside of that it is one of the easiest ways to sour the woman mood a task that is not easy given her laid back nature. At times she almost seems to look down and regretful but refuses to talk about it.

Once inside her NC or as needed Valeriya show's an attitude befitting a solider who seems to enjoy her line of work ... most

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A brief synopsis of your out-of-mech skills and talents through descriptive text.

Drawing and sketches: Valeriya is skilled at drawing and sketching something she has been doing since she was a teenager.

Soldiers Instincts: Having been a pilot since 18 and seen battle serval times. Valeriya has developed a fairly good sense of danger. Often allowing a second or two to either ready herself for a fight or flee.

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Valeriya was born in the heart of Volkov's mega-city. To a pair of NC pilots, who both worked for Volkov. Growing up Valeriya was mostly raised by one of her uncles and her aunt. Her parents retuning to work as pilots when Valeriya turned 3. In order to provide the best they could for their daughter. As a child and teenager Valeriya didn't understand this. Leading to her to dislike her parents, but for as much as she grew to dislike them she grew to admire the NCs the piloted. One of the few memories that Valeriya considered positive is hear her parents talk about their mech and the things they did in them. These stories sparking an interest in becoming a pilot herself, young Valeriya often picturing self piloting an NC.

This interest stuck with Valeriya thought her schooling, although faded slightly as other interests came into her life. It always stayed close to her. Even as she reached 16 birthday she still lost herself in her mind picturing herself as pilot going missions. Pretending to by the NCs she was "piloting" acting out it's actions. This marking her as the weird one in her small circle of friends. However Valeriya didn't overly mind.

As she finished school and question was asked what did she want to do when she left school. Giving the thought of becoming a pilot. Deciding to ask her parents when she saw them next. The question thought not sitting well with her parents who both objected to the idea. This only made Valeriya want to become a pilot more, who left home to live with the uncle that raised her. Valeriya quickly growing to resent her parents refusing to to speaking or having anything to do with them.

Undergoing the surgery to have a Neural Plug installed, Valeriya began to the road to recovery and learning how to use an NC and the start of a career as a pilot with Volkov.

She was posted to a small "independent" settlement that was under Volkov protection. The company having a good in it as it was along a supply major route to a couple of other Volkov facilities in the area. It also helped in keeping the local raider groups under some sort of control able to deploy units quickly to deal with them if they started to become problematic. Valeriya stayed at this posting until she was 32. Making the settlement her home. A home she would leave during an operation to recover a lost transport. Valeriya knew to any the company didn't really care about the people in the settlement. Interested in the settlement only because it had benefit in being there. However Valeriya was always able to look the other way.

However after the recovery of the lost transport an operation that turned into an utter mess. Valeriya deciding to go AWOL unwilling to continued to work for Volkov. Maybe due to the companies lack of care or what happened during that operation she was listed as KIA. After several months she somehow managed to get work with a small independent trade company, that didn't ask why she was listed as dead. Merely giving her a new ID.

After a year working for the trade company mostly guarding it's conveys, Valeriya ended up in New Anchorage. While she waited for the convoy to unload and trade off all it's goods she got time to tour the city. Liking what she saw and the fact she was looking for somewhere more permanent to live. Valeriya decided to make a go for it hearing New Anchorage was long for NC pilots.

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Reference Pic

A large mech design used by Volkov, designed around two core idea's.
1. A mech that could take a beating.
2. A mech that could bring even heavier fire power to the battlefield, compared to a "standard" NC.

Thus Titans design came to light a mech protected by thick armour plating. With enough strength to haul large NC's weapons into battle. All this armor alongside the presence of a heavy weapon and it other armaments. Leaves Titan heavier and slower then most, requiring more power to haul it weight across the battlefield

Titan is painted gun metal gray with the Volkov logos on the mech have been crudely painted over with blue paint. Its armor currently covered in nicks and dents.

Current Armaments

HHINPC1 Nova Plasma Cannon Mk1: A large plasma cannon designed to fire small blots of plasma at mid-long range at relatively high rate of fire. The weapon able to fire continually for about minute before requiring a moment to cool down. The weapon operating at beast when fired in short bursts
The weapon is also able to charge more powerful shot at the cost of extra energy consumption and over heating the weapon. Due to the the Nova power requirements in combat it is powered by an armored back mounted plasma reactor. Located on the upper section the is attached to the upper section of a mech back. This reactor connected to the cannon by a belt, which then store power in several cells granting several seconds of fire or a half charged shot should the reactor be offline for whatever reason.

At close range the weapon becomes more of hindrance. It size making aiming difficult at all but slow targets. In melee the weapon only really use is that is can be used to club thing however the effectiveness of such a tactic is questionable.
Missile Pods X2: Your basic run of the mil shoulder mounted missile pods armed mid ranged heat seeking missiles with 12 missiles per pod. The missiles can be fired in 4 round bursts. (2 missiles per pod)

Shiv Sub Machinegun: A small sub machinegun stored in the left arm under the armour. Only deploying when the weapon is activated. Only effective on lightly armored targets and is only effective at short range. The guns magazine holds 120 rounds per magazine and is reload via a mechanical system into the arm, the gun having a three round burst mode or fully automatic. Titan carries 1 extra clip

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None for now

@Evil Snowman

Review time!

Outside of a few typos (tried instead of tired, for example), I think this is off to a great start. Though I do advise proofreading it and fixing the spelling/grammar when you have time. But I’ll get to the thick of the important questions I have rather than nitpick it if I get the basic gist of it down. So let’s get started.

(33)

Why 33? That’s quite the amount of experience by age alone and I’m trying to figure out what bearing this particularly has at the moment.

Valeriya was born in the heart of Volkov's mega-city.

Which one? Moscow? St. Petersburg? Novosibirsk? Yekaterinburg? Volgograd?

As she finished school and question was asked what did she want to do when she left school. Giving the thought of becoming a pilot. Deciding to ask her parents when she saw them next. The question thought not sitting well with her parents who both objected to the idea. This only made Valeriya want to become a pilot more, who left home to live with the uncle that raised her. Valeriya quickly growing to resent her parents refusing to to speaking or having anything to do with them.

Undergoing the surgery to have a Neural Plug installed, Valeriya began to the road to recovery and learning how to use an NC and the start of a career as a pilot with Volkov.

Volkov is definitely a bit more… extreme of the Major Corporations, but that comes with being the most “efficient”. Generally those in the megacity are tested to see if they have NC compatibility when they are very young and due to testing for positive/negative being basically harmless it really comes at no cost to anyone and is included in childhood physical exams. For example, Stein was tested when she was around nine years old and her father effectively sold her to the corporation as a soldier to gain more favor. Being pilots I am quite intrigued that they didn’t do likewise but I suppose they might’ve wanted a better life for their daughter considering the serious physical and psychological side effects that come from piloting a NC thus opting instead for other educational choices.

But with that in mind, her parents probably wouldn’t want to put the credits over to pay for the surgery and kept making decisions for her until she was an adult. Though I think Volkov recruiters would definitely try their hardest to buy their loyalty and in turn their daughter. I wonder what kind of reputations I could give them as a GM…. Hm….

However after the recovery of the lost transport an operation that turned into an utter mess. Valeriya deciding to go AWOL unwilling to continued to work for Volkov. Maybe due to the companies lack of care or what happened during that operation she was listed as KIA.

KIA would imply she was believed to die in battle (in suit?) which I find unlikely that Volkov would make presumptions as while you are in “pilot mode” your life signs among other things are linked with the neural computer. Volkov would be able to see if you were alive or dead unless your NC totally got destroyed which would have a lot of bad side effects presuming your core survived it alongside you as well. I’d suggest reworking this and trying to find something that could work elsewise, unfortunately. AWOL is fine, KIA probably not.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I may work on something in the future. No promises, though. =)

Get Kid

This is stupid.

Mutually Assured Destruction [Post World War 2/Cold War in Fictional World]

Might have some ideas but I have way more RPs to post in before I even humor brainstorming this though I do love working with Seuss and Sini.

NCQ — Polaris

@Gowi

what'cha thinkin of Agatha's CS?

@Lonewolf685

Looks good for me. You know the drill.